The Beast (Harry Styles)

The Beast

This tale is as old as time,

Yet there seems to be a twist in mine.

Yes there is the Beauty and the Beast,

But don't except cliches to say the least.

This story starts a long time ago

When the Beast was a good man, or it seems so.

Where he was happy in his life;

A new family with a new wife

Yet tragedy struck as this new wife died.

A bullet to her chest and the Beast's shattered pride

As he was said to have done this horrifying crime.

But the Beast was acquitted, and it was claimed accidental;

So he fled to America and met a man so gentle.

This man gave him shelter in his castle and forgave the Beast's self said sins;

And here is where the Beast's legacy begins...

The man died a few years later

And he left everything to the Beast who felt no greater.

He felt like a monster; he blamed himself for the death,

Feeling like it should have been him taking the last breath.

So alone in the castle the Beast laid waiting;

More and more each day life he started hating.

He became angry and violent and ready to be dead;

And at 21 a horrible life he led.

It was a shame for the Beast was just a man;

With sadness is how his new life began.

Trapped inside this man was a Beast,

Whom he allowed to always be released:

It seemed only love could break the spell. . .

But this Beast's Beauty would be no Belle,

Because who could love a man who couldn't love himself?

Well, only this story and time will tell.